The day I forget to say it...
It's the day you get hit by a car
You decide life isn't worth living anymore,
And walk out into the street
The busy highway
I think of the headlines;
"Teenager Accidentally Wanders into Busy Street"
Or
"High School Student Dead after Collision with Speeding Driver"
Or the one they would never print;
"Teenager Gave Up, Threw Themself onto Highway"
The day I forget to hold you is the day you forget what it feels like to be held

And I won't give up,
Even if you become a puddle in my hands
I'll find a way to save you.
I won't give up on thinking that we can save everyone
I remember kicking and screaming when he told me over and over that I couldn't save everyone

It will always be my job to pull them out of the street before the car comes
Hush them and whisper in their ears like children,
Like children who have seen their whole world dying
Like children who were faced with life and death and chose death
And no matter how hard it hurts me, I will never choose death
No one ever has to choose death!
But someone else has to choose love,
And quiet, understated understanding
Someone has to choose to stay

Every time I chose to stay, I imagined one less person on the highway that night
Every time I chose to tell someone that it really will be alright,
I imagined one less headline they had to censor
Everyday, I try to imagine saving someone
Imagine one less driver who feels the impact before they could see the kid,
One less kid in an emergency room
One less family that has to choose life or death for their child, now
We like to pretend that we're so grown up
But when I imagine being too late,
I imagine myself next to the hospital bed, clutching a teddy bear

Sometimes, that family is mine.
Sometimes, that child is me and I will not give up on her.
I wouldn't let her family pull the plug and I wouldn't let you pull yours, either, because
I don't want to wake up tomorrow to another headline trying to cover up another second too late.